So it is official. This morning at 10:12 am, I was made redundant. So now I feel like I am back to square 2.
When I first arrived in London nearly 7 months ago, I had no job, no band, and no place to live. Now I've got a place to live but lack the other two. Well, not entirely. After some long deliberation, Tom, our fantastic metronome of a drummer, has decided to pursue other musical paths. While we gelled mentally, he was just looking for something a little bit more experimental for his musical journey. The three of us will be sad to see him go, but we understand as we have all been there before. Now the quest to find another drummer begins. Whoever he/she is will have huge boots to fill.
Tom's departure, coupled with the redundancy has left me feeling a little morose. Include jet lag in the mix and the motivation to move forward on anything jumps out the window faster than an XKCD cartoon. What I'm really struggling with is determining some goals for myself over the coming weeks. In order to make a go of Beware! the Leopard, I need some recordings. I've got three great songs that I want to put down to tape, but it will probably cost me in the neighbourhood of a hundred quid to do them at the local studio. Either that, or I could buy a mic-stand and attempt them at home, my only concern is that the traffic outside will take away from the quality of the songs.
I've never been good at taking decisions, and this week feels worse than most.
Wish me luck.
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